The Enchanted Ones

Breaking Trust

Winslow

The knife started burning the skin of my throat and it hurts.

Thankfully, he doesn't know my hands are no longer tied. I managed to cut the rope but I kept my hands behind my back, making sure he didn't suspect me.

"You're about to experience exactly what your mom did, princess." That's it. I headbutt him as hard as I can. His howl of pain echoes through the room, at the same time the door busts open. The lights washing across my vision from the force of the impact aren't helping me make out who it is

"You motherfucker." I know that voice.

It can't be.

I blink several times and try to look at where the voice came from, hoping I'm not hallucinating.

It can't be.

No way.

Brown messy hair. Sharp clenched jawline. Beautiful green eyes. Face carved with cold, pitiless rage.

Everett.

But I have to time to process what's happening, since Cameron throws his body on mine, injuring me with the knife in the process. I hiss as I feel it scratching my palm open. I hear Evetett's voice followed by shouts and a violent rush of air as Cameron's body is yanked off mine.

I open my eyes, trying to ignore the pain as I watch while an army of men storm in the room with guns in hand.

One of them subdued Cameron easily while the others swept the place. I scan through the faces and catch Cassius one. These are Evetett's men. How did they find me?

They came for me.

He came for me.

I lock gazes with him. My expression must be very heartbreaking as he watches me back with horror in his eyes. But it soon switches to a relieved one as he scans me from head to toe. Men move between us in fast movements, searching the room and pointing guns at Cameron who's on the ground, growling from the pain. I don't know what they did to him but he deserves every bit of it. "Keep him alive." Everett orders them and starts making his way to me. My trapped sob finally breaks free as I cross the room and crumple myself in his arms.

"Winslow." Relief softened his cold voice from before. He said my name like a prayer, a whisper so heartfelt that obliterated every resistance I had left.

I know I shouldn't run into his arms. I was scared to do so. But in what I thought would be my last moments, my only thoughts were him and only him. How I wish I hadn't left things with him like that, how I wanted to see him one more time, how much I love him.

I didn't want to die to prove that I love him. To make things right again.

And now that he came all the way here for me, I might have some chances left.

"You're here." My voice breaks as I sob into his shoulder. "I can't believe it, you're here." I say it more like a need to convince myself.

"I'm here. I'm here and you're safe." He burries his head in my hair, tightening his grip on my waist, back and arms. A soft grunt escapes my mouth from the pain of my injury but I ignore it. I don't care. I'm in his arms.

"But why?" I can't escape the tears falling down and staining his shirt. "Why are you here? You hate me. I am a horrible person. You shouldn't be here." Multiple voice cracks escape from my mouth as I talk to him and he pulls me back, holds onto my shoulders and looks me in the eyes with a pure emotion,

"I tried." He throws a tired smile, "I tried so bad but you can't hate someone you've fallen in love with, can you?"

I blink away the tears in my eyes and purse my lips together knowing this isn't the moment to excitedly squeal because he said he loves me for the first time. Instead, I throw him a heartfelt smile, with my teeth showing and all, the smile immediately disappearing any tears I shed.

"I can't believe you still love me after that." I chuckle and wipe my dried tears. I scrunch my nose and look in his beautiful green eyes, "I just want to cup your face and kiss you so badly right now. But my hand-"

"Oh my fucking God you're bleeding! Why didn't you tell me? This should hurt really bad, how did I not notice?" He furrows his eyebrows in concern and I smile,

"It doesn't hurt that much it's been a couple of minutes since he cut me." I look up to him holding my palm in front of his face.

"He cut you?" He spits in disgust. The place started to empty from all the men with guns and Cameron is no longer in view. I bite my lip and nod.

I don't know how, but next thing I know is that I'm being carried in his arms and we're getting away from that awful place.

"Where are we going? I can walk." I gasp when he slaps my butt and immediately shut up.

"To the hospital. We have to get you bandaged." He places me in a car and I bite my lips to stop any sound from escaping. I don't know why but I feel pathetic. I feel like this shouldn't be happening. He shouldn't be here and he shouldn't have saved me. I'm a horrible person for what I did and yet he's still here taking care of me and I don't know what to do. Did he actually forgive me?

It's really hard to believe. I thought he'd never want to see me again. I thought he despised me with all his heart and soul. I thought the betrayal was so harsh he would want me dead. But he's here, saving me from almost dying. I guess I made assumptions too fast.

"I guess this is a lesson to not trust people, right?" I hear a sad chuckle coming from him. I turn to face him, to find him driving with one hand, never looking away from the road.

I knew there wasn't a chance he forgave me.

"I wish I could just make a wish and turn back time. As two normal people with no such intentions." I sigh into my seat. I really do. I wish I could relieve our moments together. Just without the dark betrayal that awaited us.

"You were the only person who I thought I could trust." He quietly says, still not looking at me. I blink away the tears of rejection as I let the fact he just confessed he can never trust me again sink in.

I don't speak after that. I know I'll break down and I don't want to. I wait until the doctor finishes serialising my wound and then bandaging it to look in his direction again. He's sitting on the chair of the emergency room. And he's looking at me like I'm stabbing a knife into his heart. I was too foolish to actually think things could get better. He said he loves me, okay. But he said he doesn't trust me anymore. "It must've hurt a lot Mrs Viola. The cut is really deep." The doctor wraps the gaze one last time around my palm and I look down. It actually is the last thing that hurts a lot. "Please stay here until the painkillers start working." The doctor writes something down and leaves the room.

I can't bring myself to look at him anymore. I love this man too much and the fact I'm hurting him that much-the fact we both hurt this much-is very hard for me. I just try to move my fingers so I can feel them.

"Why are you avoiding my gaze, love?"

"I wish you had never trusted me." I murmur after a while. I feel the bed next to me squeak down but I still don't look at him when I feel him sitting next to me. "You should have walked away when you had the chance. From the day we met, I knew I'd hurt you eventually. And I warned you." I stare at the floor.

After a moment of silence I feel him tilting my chin until we're face to face. "I do feel strange now that I know what your real intentions were. But somewhere along the way, I started to care about you. You're in my head, even when you're not supposed to be. It shouldn't be this hard to let go." He traces a finger through my jaw, then to my chin and up to my lips. His eyes travel from mine to my lips and then back in mine. He swallows and smiles big, dimples showing, "The worst part of all this is that I still love you. And I hate myself for it." Before crashing his lips on mine.

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Sorry if this was sad or boring but my babies are close to their endings and I'm not ready to end this story yet 😞

I spent so much time creating them and it's been a wonderful journey with you all. It'll be really hard to let them go:(

See you next chapter, loves.